7. Chloe

CHLOE

E mboldened by my post-orgasmic haze and warmed from the fire Rune started, I flip the blankets back and entice my larger-than-life Viking into bed. He doesn’t hesitate to join me. Stripping his briefs off quickly, I gulp when I see just how large he is.

When I’d rubbed his rigid length before, I knew he was big, but I hadn’t realized how much of him was hidden by his clothes.

“Wow,” is all I can muster as he slides in next to me.

“Like something?” His mouth quirks up on one side, and his eyes sparkle with amusement. “Because I like a whole lot of what I’m seeing.” His fingers trail up and over my hip, along the curve of my waist, to my collarbone, until he circles his hand around my throat, using the grip to push me back so I’m flat on my back. “This is a nice look,” he murmurs, his mouth moving closer to mine.

“Can’t see it,” I whisper back, leaning up for the kiss he’s teasing me with.

“You will.”

His fingers flex and tighten as his mouth touches mine. I open immediately, and Rune doesn’t hesitate to take what he wants. His tongue forges inside, licking across mine and the roof of my mouth before holding still, and we breathe heavily into each other.

Our eyes meet, and my body buzzes with what I see in his deep pools of chocolate. It’s not simply lust and need; there’s affection and a craving that feels bone-deep. Maybe I’m projecting because that’s what I also feel, but I get the idea that Rune’s emotions run even deeper than my own.

Latching onto his tongue with my teeth, I tug and suck until he rolls on top of me, his hard cock digging into my waiting heat. Spreading my legs wider, I grind my hips up into him, silently asking for what we’ve been dancing around over the past twenty-four hours.

“Be patient,” he groans, rubbing against me, building the anticipation for us both. His free hand leisurely moves across my body, touching anywhere he’s able as we kiss until we’re breathless and moaning hoarsely.

I’ve never had such an erotic experience in all my life. This man takes making love to an entirely new level that is more than addicting.

Gasping as I pull back, I beg, “Please, Rune, oh please, make me yours.” It’s all I can think about–the feeling of him moving in and out of my body as our pleasure climbs to a painful peak.

“You’ll give me babies?” I nod before he’s done speaking. I will give this man anything he wants so long as he claims me. “You were meant for me, little one.” My heart swells with the adoration in his tone.

Hooking an arm behind my leg, he lifts it over his shoulder while maintaining his hand on my throat, and our eyes stay connected as the head of his cock begins pushing through my folds into my core.

“Oh god!” The stretch and burn are almost more than I can handle. It hurts but feels so damn good. “More,” I gasp, scraping my nails down his sides and holding him closer by digging my foot into his ass.

“Fuck, you feel too damn good. Like heaven and hell rolled into one.” Kissing across my jaw, Rune’s hips pump harder until he’s all the way inside me. “I don’t think once will be enough.”

“Never enough.” I bite his shoulder, holding onto a whimper waiting to break free.

I’m speechless when he starts thrusting with a vigor I’ve not felt before. His surging hips are harsh and brutal but hot and pleasurable at the same time. I never want him to stop. My body tingles from my toes to my ears, inundating me with more satisfaction than I know what to do with. I hadn’t known anything could be better than what he did to me at Santa’s Village. For god’s sake, I’d passed out from the carnality of the act and had no idea if I’d ever recover.

“Chloe, I’m going to come,” Rune grits out in my ear. He finally releases my throat, moving his hand down to scoop my other leg over his shoulder so I’m nearly bent in half.

“Oh, yes, god, that feels good!” I’m buzzing with bliss as he grunts and groans while fucking me harder, hitting that particular spot inside me that curls my toes, trying to hold onto the feeling a little bit longer.

His hands tighten on my waist as he holds me still and digs deeper, fucks harder. Slow, sharp jabs followed up by quick, relentless fucking. He keeps me on edge until I feel like I’m going insane.

My body finally detonates without warning, and I see stars. I grow tense as the release washes over me, making me shake and moan from the white-hot pleasure passing furiously through my limbs until I’m limp in his hold.

“Fuck, Chloe, can’t fucking stop.” Rune’s mouth wraps over where my neck and shoulder meet to bite down and clamp on, marking me on the outside as he comes, leaving his imprint inside me as well.

“Rune,” I whisper in his ear, kissing lightly down his throat and rubbing gently along his back and shoulders. “Give me more.” He tenses for a second before turning his head and sucking on my neck, leaving a glaring reminder there, I’m sure.

“Your pussy needs a break.” I feel myself convulse around him, and I realize he’s right when there’s a burning sensation in the wake of him gradually pulling out. “How about we share a soak in the hot tub?”

“That sounds heavenly.” I smile as he pushes up. The warmth in his blazing gaze nearly makes me cry. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt someone truly cared about me.

“Stay here, and I’ll go get it ready.” After a quick, heated kiss, he gets up, strokes his cock, still coated in my juices, and slips into a pair of sweats while wiping his hand on his chest over his heart.

I should be grossed out, but it’s kind of hot.

Closing my eyes, I listen to Rune rustling around his cabin. From the outside, it appears so rustic, even a little small. Looks are very deceiving, however, because the inside is stunning and much larger than it seems.

Light hardwood floors flow through the entire cabin, and not the cheap vinyl I have in my apartment in Polar Bear either, but the real deal. The countertops are fashioned from large blocks of maple wood with stunning white and gold marble backsplashes and black appliances interspersed throughout.

The enormous hearth downstairs is large enough that he likely doesn’t need a furnace but probably has one, so the pipes don’t freeze. Both fireplaces were handcrafted with beautiful black and grey bricks. If I had to guess, those bricks were created by Rune or his father. They’re too unique to have been bought from a store.

The furniture is also large, and it should be; my Viking is not a small man. Expansive bay windows facing the front and side of the cabin showcase a lovely landscape, and I can only imagine what he’s lucky enough to envision at night from the wildlife that inhabits his land.

I hear a door open as a breeze wafts through from below, and I sit up, leaving the bed and grabbing one of his shirts. Leaning over the railing, I call out, “Is the hot tub outside?”

Rune pops out from beneath the loft overhang with a wicked grin. “It’s warm, I promise.” I glare at him just as my stomach lets out a god-awful sound. “I also have food,” he assures.

I sprint down the ladder stairs, eager for food. He worked me over well, and I’m starving.

Chuckling, he leads me outside to a back porch I hadn’t realized was there. Attached is a gazebo with a hot tub in the middle and two propane heaters on either side, solar lights wrapping around the structure, and a tray of finger foods and drinks sets on a side table.

“This is cozy,” I say with a shiver, pulling his shirt off and practically diving into the tub. I’m immediately enveloped in the warm water, working to soothe my now-aching muscles.

Rune takes his time getting in, letting out a groan as he sinks up to his chest in the water before pulling me into his lap to sit between his legs. “This is better.” He leans over to kiss the side of my neck.

Grabbing a little sandwich from the tray, I offer him a bite before taking my own. “This is a beautiful night,” I sigh, sinking further into his embrace.

“I’d like to take you farther up north to see the northern lights tomorrow. It’s supposed to be clear and spectacular.” I get excited at his suggestion.

“I would love that! My little sister, EmaLeigh, and I spent a lot of nights on Bear Mountain when we were teens, just mesmerized by the colors. It’s been so long since I’ve seen them.”

I miss those days. I miss my sister, her husband, and their kids. They’ve been the best part about moving home again.

“Tell me about your family.” I tense at his request. My family are not the greatest people; the only exception is Ema and her beautiful family. “You don’t have to if you really don’t want to.”

“It’s not that…” I start, unsure how to explain just how uncaring my parents and older sister, Nancy, are. “My parents aren’t great people. Ema was the one bright spot growing up until she had my nephew, Damien.” I smile, thinking of the shy boy. He’s grown so much since meeting Sebastian. “He’s the funniest little guy now. So open and caring. He makes the best big brother, too.”

“Ema is the one you mentioned yesterday?” I nod and grab another sandwich. “They’re okay now?”

“Oh yeah. Ema met Sebastian, and he, well…” I frown as I think about it. “He’s exactly like you. Saw what he wanted and took it.” I smile big to soften the blow because I love that it’s happened to both of us.

“Sounds like a good man.” Rune nods, offering me an apple slice dipped in caramel sauce.

“He’s the best. A big ol’ lumberjack. Well, he used to be. Now he makes furniture and sells it all over the world. They have a pretty incredible life together.” One I now want, too.